COOKE, oliver logan

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COOKE, oliver l o g a n

stephen jerzak -- oliver logan cooke

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: BRANDI!
age: Sixteen. (:
roleplaying experience: Four years.
roleplaying sample:

Effy slowly made her way to the park, running a hand through her dark hair in a bored way. It always seemed that she made her way 'slowly' to places, probably because the poor girl was so short that her tiny legs wouldn't let her go faster than a slow pace. Anything faster would seem like a run to her, and she hated running.

Effy's eyes glanced down at her bright yellow Converse before going back to where she was walking. The Park was finally coming into sight. It was fairly chilly, but of course Effy had forgotten a jacket. Though, that didn't bother her much. She enjoyed the cold as long as it was like freaking below zero or something. The girl crossed her arms over her chest and looked around as she reached the park. It seemed like there was about three kids there and a mother and as she looked around further she saw someone sitting at the top of the slide. She decided that she wouldn't bother anyone. She opened the gate, stepping in before letting the gate swing closed on it's own. It was a bit louder than she expected but the mother didn't seem to notice. It looked like she was watching the little kids and the other guy on the slide.

Effy doubted that they were all together, well at least the kids and the other guy on the top of the slide. The small girl made her way to a swing. She absolutely loved swings. They were pretty much her life. Well, not really, she just said that about everything. But she sat down in it, watching everyone around her. Her mind kind of drifted off until she started to hear things around her, she guessed it was about ten minutes later or something like that. She wasn't sure. But her eyes snapped up at the scene before her on the slide.

Effy raised her eyebrows slightly, watching as the older guy grabbed hold of the younger boy's shirt when he climbed up the ladder. She smirked as she faintly heard what the older guy said, her blue eyes watching as the mother started to come up to them. She held back a laugh at her expression and watched as they begin to leave. Effy jumped out of the swing and began to walk up to the guy, with no clue of what she would say but she just thought that was great.

"Aww, that wasn't very nice," Effy said playfully, with a smirk on her face once she reached the slide. She looked up at the guy on the top of the slide and kicked the ground with the toe of her shoe gently. "But I probably would have done the same thing." It was true, but she probably wouldn't have been near as intimidating to that kid, mainly because, well, she's a girl and she has a waaay worse bark than her bite. Meaning she can talk a lot of shit but she can't do anything about it. She watched him as she waited to see what he would say to her.

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: Oliver Logan Cooke.
nickname: Oli, Oli Lolli, Lolli, Cooke.
age: Twenty-one.
band, position: Go. No. Stop! // merch.
sexual orientation: Bi-curious.
hometown: Chicago, Illinois.

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: "Brief explanation of how I got here? Well, I knew some guys in the band Go. No. Stop! and they needed a Merch guy. I said that I was their man and there I went. Brief enough? I'm only kidding; there is a longer story. But what I said was true though, there's just more.

So, my mom left me and my twin sister when we were twelve. Apparently we were too much for her or some bullshit like that. She left us with our shit of a Dad. All he did was lay around the house with a beer bottle. And all of this has got to take a toll on two little twelve year olds. Well, it did. We grew very close and we were always together. And when we weren't together, it was scary. It was like a separation anxiety thing.

It seemed like I could take anymore. When I was fourteen, I started digging into my dad's alcohol cabinet. He actually caught me a couple of times and that was when the beatings started. When I was seventeen I got super drunk and I was acting weird so my sister tried to calm me down. Little did she know that I was a angry drunk and I slapped her. I woke up the next morning to see her face while she was still asleep. That hit me hard. I left her a little I'm Sorry note and packed my bags and left, swearing that I would not turn into my father.

By that time I had been going to the local Go. No. Stop! shows and actually met some of the guys in the band. Yeah, yeah. Back to the beginning, blah de blah. I became on of their merch people as soon as I left my house. I became a total sweetheart, or so I'm told. And people that frequent the Go. No. Stop! shows started calling me Lolli or Olli Lolli, mostly girls but that's besides the point. And I guess I became part of the music scene. And I love it."

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes:
[X] Pugs.
[X] Girls.
[X] Music.
[X] Working.
[X] Doing something.
[X] Weed.
[X] Being nice.
[X] Shows.
[X] Merch booth.
[X] Crowds.
dislikes:
[X] Alcohol.
[X] When he's drunk.
[X] Country music.
[X] Guys that treat girls like shit.
[X] Bitches.
[X] Stuck up people.
[X] Shopping.
[X] Medicine.
[X] Needles.
[X] Being ill.